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It was increasingly hard to think clearly now. Everything was heated, hot and thick air being sucked into his lungs and exhaled far too easily, like it converted to something nonexistent in his lungs. Karkat was still hot as fire under his hands, everywhere he was connected to him. Even the blood coming from his torn lip seemed to be boiling against his tongue. He broke the kiss to throw his head back, trying to get some kind of cooled air from above or around them.

He realised he just needed to chill out.

He had given Karkat what he asked for, and yeah he was being a tease moving his fingers at this pace, but he was still surprised at how easily it irritated the troll.

“You greedy motherfucker,” he said preceding an especially sharp jab from his fingers, curling slightly and thrusting them up into him hard a few times. Only a few, because he wasn’t about to indulge him just yet. After that he returned to the slower treating of his nook with his fingers again, dragging them what must have been painfully slowly inside him. 

“What is your fucking problem, seriously,” Dave sneered when Karkat was squeezing around the bottom of his dick now and what the fuck, what the actual fuck, what does he want out of me, god dammit what a freak I’m gonna—

“I’m gonna kill you Vantas, are you seriously entirely incapable of being fucking patient or calm or fucking— dammit— you know what—,” Dave was shaking his head, wincing and pushing through the pain of the troll’s teeth breaking the skin of his throat. He nearly growled at this, his hips bucking automatically, his free hand tangling up a handful of Karkat’s shirt in the center of his chest. He twisted and pulled the material as he was distracted from his rant, hearing Karkat pleading with him now, repeating that word please a few times so that his heart quaked to give in to him. His eyes were closed and he was groaning into the other’s mouth before he knew what he was doing. “Fine, okay,” and he made considerable effort when fucking his fingers back into him, twisting his wrist to allow for him to just about double the speed up, rubbing in circles with each quickened thrust of all three fingers. It wasn’t as hard or as fast as he could go, but he was frustrated with how limiting this was; he wanted to really mess Karkat up, to get deeper into him and just. Fuck.

Dave cursed, pushing his hips forward a little desperately again. He was too damn close to snapping and probably ending up unaware of himself enough to really fuck the troll up, but it had been years of this maddening bullshit between them, from his perspective at least. Snapping now seemed completely justifiable. He paused and curled his fingers up inside him slowly as he nudged Karkat’s head aside and spoke down into his ear.

“Listen, I’m either gonna end up having to fucking shove my whole hand into you to satisfy your urgent little needs or you can let go of that deathgrip on my cock and let me attempt something resembling the proper fucking you deserve,” he drawled low and eager to him, feeling that heavy slickness of his bulge twining around the rest of his hand, and he swept his thumb up against it in response. The pale red was practically dripping off his wrist now, and okay that wasn’t so weird, he could deal with the mess they (mainly Karkat) were making. He was aching for some relief now, and shit there was no reason it couldn’t work, if Karkat would trust him enough to let him replace his fingers and give them both what would undoubtedly be a fuckload more satisfying in every way possible in every possible situation and universe and fuck fuck fuck he needed this now.